Rva

Married to the dream nigga like Coretta King (king)
Bad bitches from Beijing and they gone do they thing (thing)
Young Stackz got the whole city on notice
Pass me the crown Richmond like ya boy the oldest (stackz)
I Murder everything, in the booth it's genocide
Boy I'm God given who are you to question God
Even if you Atheist you can feel this shit
All my fellas in the 4 they gone feel this shit (stackz)
You think these thangs gone rearrange popping these fucking
Pills y'all rappers mane needa to see a fucking shrink(damn)
Got dang mane I'm really out here working brother
These niggas hating women cause they father didn't get to love em
Drop the top on this bitch mane it's time to burn some rubber (get it)
Just cause I hit it twice girl that don't mean I love ya (nope)
These Boss moves, like Simon says
I ain't blood or crip prefer my drip
With my diamonds red (ya boy stackz)

Its Rocc Mikez aka Rocc Tha Rippa
Pretty nigga with a temper... Rva, rep Virginia.
Me and stacks on the track, It's a fact... we dem niggas,
Got some baddies with a phatty from UR in my DM.
Quiet nigga with the mean flow,
Fitted cap, jeans low...
Pocket full of green ghosts, puffin on some weed smoke.
Nigga, you's a gringo...
Come from the dirt...
You niggas got on a green coat. come get this work nigga!
I'm eating these pussy niggas like its dinner time,
Inside of my closet look just like a Finish Line.
Claiming y'all hard but really sweeter than clementines,
And I'm all about a dollar nigga, give me mines.
I'm nice and cold like an iced soda,
Killing niggas, call me ebola... moving forward like toyota!
I'm 32, still spittin just like I'm 21,
And I ain't gotta say nothing, just know I do this shit for fun!

Mix it all together nigga like its jungle juice(juice)
Rocc smoking on them trees nigga call it Groot (groot)
Tryna get them whips like I'm casting up in Roots (kunta)
Feeling biblical shawty but you can eat this fruit
Feeling fresh today I might just take my girl out
Northern women say my dialect is from the south
But I'm from VA that's right there up in the middle
Gate to the South home of Mickie's D's jingle(push)
Where I'm from they rappers don't seem to make it out
Only niggas with jumpshots or are running routes
All out of love keep sticking to your dreams
Too many victims falling prey to that triple beam (streets)
As a black man I feel I have to give it back
RVA to the grave nigga this where I started at
The loudest niggas do not mean they are hardest cats facts
Y'all will hate on me but still gonna go rewind the track

U either banging bout that mask
Or u banging bout that badge,
Niggas throwing up the flag
Or they banging at the glass,
Going long for the pass
Or he giving out them bags,
Getting straight As n class
Or he throwing back the flask,
Different days different task,
Either good or it's bad,
Every age gotta ending, coming slow or to fast,
Try ya hardest, be the smartest, make it last,
Lil boys swear they genius, til a nigga get to blast,
Used to walking thru them gates, wasn't given any pass,
We was really seeing weight, tryna get to easy cash,
Til the streets locked in, then we started hitting the stash,
Know we plotting every night, on how we ready get some ass,
Hitting erybody line, tryna roll up the gas,
Tryna live that dream life, a nigga woke up to fast,
But I can see the future, for the rest imma pass,
If u ain't focused on that paper, you'll end up trash nigga